Digital Monsters Adventure / Ev0
An epic Digimon tale, set in the Adventure 01 / 02 universe, by OneLonelyPickle (Zach)
Chapter 1 :
Tasting Ramen
"P-Please..."
The woman plead, but the monster chasing her didn't slow its long strides in the least. It breathed heavily as it squeezed through the alleyway in order to catch its victim. Under its breath it was asking, "The child...the child...". The woman finally escaped out into the open street, which was a big mistake because her assailant could now move freely. Before it snatched her, however, two policemen stepped in.
They tried to stop the agile giant using their tasers and handguns, but that did little, save annoy the creature. The fiend swung its left arm like a club and smacked one of the officers, sending him whizzing into a nearby taxi. The other, already having run inside a building for safety, was struggling to pull out his hand-held transceiver (Walkie-talkie).
"There's a big problem here in Minato! Some huge monster is attacking the civilians and flipping over cars...and bad stuff like that! Err, I'd like to request some backup at, um—" a massive explosion, caused by a thrown sports car, shook the building from the outside and knocked the officer over— "JUST HELP ME DAMMIT!"
As those final words of desperation left his mouth, the police officer was pulled out violently by the monster. It held him up in front of its face, and the officer struggled to break free from what he thought was snack time for the monster. Instead, the creature calmed down.
"I need directions. Answer truthfully and live. Otherwise..." it bellowed, shaking the man from side to side like a pork chop and licking its lips.
***Elsewhere***
Just like every other day in April, the fourth was warm and long. Beautiful bird songs graced the ears of Japanese citizens, and the blossoms were once again in bloom.
Just the way Motomiya Daisuke and his Digimon partner, V-Mon, liked it. The spiky haired boy lounged in a tree with his faithful dragon companion by his side...figuratively speaking, of course, as V-Mon was actually on the other side of the medium-sized sakura.
Neither of them ever said anything when they were there, because this was the one time they didn't open their big mouths. They just enjoyed the silence others wished they'd embrace all the time. A light breeze ever-so gently shook the branches, and a strange smell filled the air. That is, strange to anyone who didn't love the source of it, and believe me, that's not more than a dozen or so people and Digimon.
Accompanying the smell was a rumbling sort of sound, like the turning of the wooden wheels on a wagon. Daisuke opened one eye and peered through the foliage. He knew what to expect when he looked. Behind him, V-Mon had jumped off of their perch with a thud onto the coarse spring grass that filled the park. He ran like a child towards the visitor and his burden. Daisuke smiled.
*Moments Later*
"How about this flavour? Do you like it?"
"Meh, it's not bad, I guess..."
"And this one? Too spicy? Not spicy enough?"
"It's so-so."
"And the texture of the noodles...is it soft or hard, or is it just right—talk to me Motomiya!"
"Well, they're just all so...terrible. There, I said it."
The ramen cart owner sighed. He let his head fall in shame, and Daisuke placed the bowl back on the cart. V-Mon, however, was on his fifth helping. Daisuke and V-Mon had pretty much the same preferences for EVERYTHING, except how ramen should taste; V-Mon preferred exotic flavours that never tasted the same twice, while Daisuke preferred things that had a definite, delicious taste.
"How about if I added more salt, or perhaps curry powder? Would that help?" the old man tried again.
"Err...probably not. I was thinking more along the lines of—"
"ANOTHER BOWL PLEASE, MISTAH RAMEN MAN!" interrupted V-Mon, holding out his bowl and grinning from ear to ear, "Don't listen to Daisuke, the ramen is great!"
"I didn't say it wasn't 'great', it's just not perfect. And perfection is the key to doing good in the ramen business."
Happily, the old ramen cart owner placed the last of the soupy noodle dish into the begging Digimon's bowl.
"Well I'm glad someone likes this old recipe of mine," he said, turning back to Daisuke, "and what's this about the ramen business? You think yourself an expert Motomiya Daisuke?"
The spiky-haired teenager smiled, "Of course I do! I wanna be the world's best ramen cook, remember? I told you all about it!"
"Hah, ya ya, I know. I hear about ramen all day; it's my goddamn life. What I really wanna hear more about is your adventures."
"Oh, our adventures? Well, this one time, me and V-Mon had to fight an evil robotic vampire dude and save the earth... oh, and another time I really had to go to the washroom at the mall but they were all closed. You don't even wanna know where I was forced to go!"
The old man chuckled, "I think I want to hear more about this 'evil robotic vampire dude'. You mean BelialVamdemon, right?"
Daisuke nodded, "He tried to steal all the hearts of the children in Japan...or something screwed up like that—y'know, I didn't really pay all that much attention to the explanation, I just wanted to kick his big silver butt back to the 'Battlestar Galactica' convention he crawled out of."
Another gust of wind, much stronger than the last, rattled the cart. It snapped V-Mon out of his ramen trance, and it was then that he noticed the figure standing in the field watching them. It was a humanoid in a cloak. Whether it was a Digimon, a human, or some third thing, V-Mon could not tell. But as soon as it noticed it was spotted it began to speak.
"Motomiya Daisuke, there is little time to explain the situation, and out of fear of being spied upon, I will make it as brief as possible," the cloaked being said. The boy in question turned around, a blank look on his face.
"I need to take your Digimon with me somewhere. I don't know how long he will be under my care, but I will come back soon to explain everything."
Daisuke choked, "W-wait, what?"
"Please, trust me, Chosen Child. Everything will make sense eventually, but for now, I need to bring your V-Mon somewhere with me. If I say too much, and our enemies hear, it'll be trouble."
"Now, come here," the cloaked figure said, looking at the short, blue dragon behind Daisuke. V-Mon started to walk forward, but was held back by his partner.
"Sorry buddy, but the only way I'd ever just hand over my best friend to some freak in a hood is if that freak took him over my dead body! So start explaining, or start fighting; what'll it be?"
The mysterious figure nodded. "Very well," he said, slightly annoyed, "I've heard of how stubborn you are. Should've expected this I suppose."
Wind blew once more over the mostly-open field, and in half a second the figure was floating in front of Daisuke. A slender brown tail emerged from under the cloak and wrapped itself around the little blue dragon. He placed a furry hand on Daisuke's chest.
"This...may hurt a bit. Sorry."
*BANG*
The force of the strange ability was like a shotgun. It pushed Daisuke violently to the ground, easily causing him to release V-Mon in the process. The tail brought the Digimon into the arms of the figure, and in another half-second he was back to his original position.
Daisuke got back up quick as a flash, stepped forward, but was stopped when the ramen cart owner grabbed his arm. "Let me go! Let me go dammit!" The cloaked figure through a strange grey card on the ground. Seconds later a red circle of rotating energy materialized; it was a portal.
"You will be in danger without your partner. Try to stay close to other Digimon Tamers. Avoid large crowds. Don't talk about not having a Digimon in the open. Stay inside or hidden as much as you can while V-Mon is away."
Daisuke broke free of the cart owner's grip and sprang forth. Numerous thorny roots broke through from the earth and entangled him. V-Mon cried out, "Daisuke!" He struggled to get loose from the tail's iron grip, but it was akin to a child escaping a parent's grasp.
"I'm gonna clobber you, whoever you are! You just messed with the wrong dragon, fella!"
"I sincerely apologize for having to do all this, but it is for your own good. I know what you would suggest. You would accompany V-Mon, as you are already aware this is a matter of grave importance. I get it. But you must trust that I only do this to insure the safety of you and V-Mon."
With that, the figure stepped through the portal. V-Mon shouted before he was pulled in, "Daisuke! Don't worry, it'll be okay! I won't let him do any—". And the swirling energy stopped.
With cuts and gouges covering his body Daisuke sprinted forward to where the portal once was. He fell to his knees and punched the ground. He gritted his teeth and cursed.
"I want answers, damn it! Where are you taking V-Mon? What's putting me in danger? Come back! COME BACK HERE DAMMIT!" Daisuke shouted at the sky. Nobody replied, except the ramen cart owner put his hand on the boy's shoulder. He patted it sympathetically.
"Come on, boy... let's get out of here. I have a bad feeling about all of this. Everyone else has left the park." Daisuke stood up, his hands still balled up into fists. He pulled his Digivice out of his pocket. It was turned off, and when he tried to turn it on, it would not respond. V-Mon, wherever he may have been, was not on Earth.
Before the two had even set foot back unto the dirt trail the ramen cart was resting beside, a violet mass arose in the east behind some low-rising buildings. Daisuke saw it first and alerted the cart owner.
It was the monster from Minato, and it had found its destination, courtesy of the police officer it still held in its massive left hand. The pleading young man put his hands together and begged the thing to let it go, but it did not. Instead, it devoured the officer in one gulp, and entered the park. A disgusted Daisuke ran away as fast as his legs could take him.
"Foolish move. Now I know you're my target after all, Child of Courage," said the giant, as it picked up a tree and whipped it at the escaping boy. The ramen cart owner, himself escaping across the field, called out, "Watch out, Daisuke!"
He didn't seem to hear what was being said to him, and so it was lucky that the tree was thrown too short. It landed just a metre behind where Daisuke was. This angered the monster, and it rushed forward, trying to close the large gap that had formed between it and its prey.
Daisuke wanted to find other people, perhaps ask them for help, but he remembered the cloaked figure's words, and instead chose to hide somewhere he couldn't be followed by the giant. He found the closest sewer grate he could find, and using something that can only be described as testosterone-fuelled superhuman strength, pulled it right out of the ground with no struggle. He jumped into the hole just as the large creature swung its lanky arm.
"Run, hide, fear me! You will not be safe forever, Child. I'll be waiting for you when you arise once more."
*Some Time Later...*
It was a sewer, alright, as it stunk of a sumo wrestler's used loincloth, and then some. There was no light, so Daisuke was forced to feel his way through the dank tunnel, the grimy substance on the walls sending a chill down his spine as he touched it.
Different feelings flooded the boy's mind; fear, most of all, but also anger and sadness. Some memories flooded into his mind, but one in particular stood out among the rest, "...murdered...only plausible cause of death..." were the words he kept hearing over and over again.
After gaining a little ground, Daisuke's brain felt ready to burst. He tried his hardest to calm down a little. He remembered that he still had his D-Terminal with him, so he could try to call for help. Most of his old contacts would be of no help; they were either no longer in Tokyo, or were not on speaking terms.
Daisuke kicked the wall, and nearly slipped into the dirty stream of water dividing the two sides of the tunnel. He breathed a sigh of relief as he regained his balance, and held the D-Terminal out with a twitchy arm like a flashlight.
"W-well, at least I can see where I'm going now, hehe," murmured the crazy kid, attempting a smile once again even after everything that had happened. Smiles only reminded him of V-Mon.
"V-Mon...I hope you're at least in a safe place. Whenever we both meet again I'm going to buy us the biggest pile of chocolate I can find! And we'll pig out like we always do! Just you..."
Tears streamed down the boy's face as he realized he was on his knees sobbing. Sounds echoed behind him.
"...just you, and me...just the way it's been...since we all split up..."
Preview – Chapter 2 : Two years ago, a young woman left Tokyo to chase her dreams. Her boyfriend followed, and eventually all the older kids who once travelled to the Digital World back in 1999 left their home-city to pursue a greater existence.
Six stayed behind, but one was taken from them. Five remained, and with their team now broken up, they eventually drifted away from one another.
